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She nearly had the bag of bracelets open when she heard the commotion on the other side of the cabin. The kid with the knife had his arm raised and she saw the blood streaking down his arm. [I] “Yeah, shouldn’t have given him the knife…” [/I] Piper thought to herself, shaking her head in disbelief.  Her gaze moved back to the bag of bracelets before she noticed the noise nearby. The girl seated next to her heard the same. As they both turned and saw another kid, laying on the floor. She met skateboard girl’s gaze and nodded in response. [color=52BF7C] “Painting can be dangerous. Especially if it gets in the eye…” [/color] She responded back. They both turned back to their respective project, Piper slowly putting the bag of bracelets back in her bag. It was too soon for that anyway. The bravery slipping away. 

Minding her own business, she kept painting then out of the corner of her eye, she saw the girl seated next to her pull out a box of bandaids and head off toward the kid that face planted. They mentioned something about a seat. [color=52BF7C] “Oh sure…ok…” [/color] She said quickly watching them head off. 

As if on queue, Jenny the one that handed the knife to the kid earlier, came busting through the side screen door. Her face frantic at the site. She rushed over to the kid holding his hand high like he had a question to ask. She took over for the other that had put cloth over the wound. [I] “Remy? Right? Thank you for your quick action, I got it from here. Go wash your hands…with soap.” [/I]  The counselor nodded toward a sink. 

Jenny pulled back the cloth, the cut didn’t look too deep. Thankfully. [I] “ Alright, let’s get you to the infirmary…get you cleaned up..” [/I] Jenny mentioned to the small pale kid. 

Piper sat there watching the scene unfold as the back screen door opened. A male counselor and the new kid walked right into the chaos. Brody was his name, she recognized him from last year. He motioned to an empty seat for the new kid before making his way toward one that face planted. 

[I] “Dexter, mate… you gotta be more careful…” [/I] He kneeled beside the skateboard girl who seemed to be pulling out bandaids. [I] “Ah, a person after my own heart. You get the prepared award, today.” [/I] He grinned at them before turning back to Dexter. [I] “You will live, let’s get you to the nurse anyway.” [/I] 

[I] “Brody…can you take him too? Might want to tell Meg..”  [/I] Jenny mentioned.

The counselors turned to one another, seeing they each had an injured kid. [I] “Day three and we get a two-fer…” [/I] The male counselor laughed. [I] “Keep that arm up…and you keep a hand on that nose…no dripping on my watch…and no Meg, his sister doesn’t need to know. Kid isn’t dying.” [/I] Motioning the two kids toward the door. 

Piper leaned her head into her hand, it wasn’t lunch yet but the day was definitely more interesting than yesterday.  She sighed softly turning back to her painting. It was nearly done but the inspiration wasn’t there anymore. The cabin was louder after the events and she couldn’t concentrate, she enjoyed the quiet. Piper moved the canvas aside as she turned her head toward the window. Outside was calling. 

[I] “I know that was exciting and maybe a little scary. Let’s focus on those creative ideas you have going. Just thirty minutes before the next activity. [/I] Jenny said before shuffling the campers back to their tables, urging them back to their tasks. 

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